Go. Vote. Make that the choices that are right in your mind. You know what to do.

I don’t have anything more to say on the issue, than that.

I’m a big ball of stress right now, and any advice from me is useless, words of wisdom are completely non-existent. I’m going to take a long bath and try to get some sleep.

When I wake up tomorrow, I’ll go get in line to vote at my polling place — the last time we’ll be able to vote in person in King County — and I’ll feel proud. I’ve voted in every election, including primaries all the way to presidential picks, since the time I turned 18, and the quiet pride of it never fails to amaze me. We get the honor, the privilege of making the decisions in this country, and even my cynical side knows this is a priceless right, one we should never take for granted, not for one single moment.

Don’t wuss out because it’s rainy, or cold, or the line’s too long. Compared to the battles, both physical and philosophical, that were waged to give us the right to vote, standing line doesn’t even compare, and you know it.

So, I’m off to attempt to get some sleep. Here’s a little bedtime lullaby, one of my absolute favorite covers of a song ever, Mr. Otis Redding’s cover of Mr. Sam Cooke’s “A Change Is Gonna Come”: